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Saturday, November 6, 2021

Beginner's Mind, Ho Ho Ho

Everything is happy in the sunshine this morning, including the praying mantis who lives in our house now, brought in on a patio plant before the first frost. The invisible woman at the top of the stairs is gone, Halloween making way for Thanksgiving and Christmas, starting with this Ho Ho Ho arrangement in her place: an actual present, already wrapped, with the wrapping paper near at hand when needed, for those who are paying attention. (I do expect a query in December: "Where's the Christmas wrapping paper?")

I am happy, too, having scored a DVD version of "A.M. Yoga with Rodney Yee" in the ongoing library book-movie-music sale!* My old, worn out VHS version finally busted in the old, worn out VHS half of the dual DVD/VHS player, breaking it, too. So this morning I resumed "A.M. Yoga" and feel totally at peace. Rodney was as young as ever, still saying, "For seventeen years, I have started each morning..." as I had, with him, for about seventeen years; I have a lot more white hair now, and he has his same, sweet little Buddha of a pot belly on a sleek, relaxed body...but (is it the distortion of my screen or the trauma of the Trump years?), for the first time, I noticed Rodney's tiny hands.

*and also Tony Bennett's Duets!

The green chalkboard is stored in the basement again, now awaiting use as a Welcome board at my daughter's wedding next spring! But here's a pertinent chalkboard poem from the past:

Body talk: “Resuming yoga
is harder than resuming
poems. Reconsider.”

This is a yoga program for beginners, and I am always a beginner. I could easily resume because it was all so familiar. I encountered my usual challenge areas, where my body doesn't stretch as easily, and it gives me something always to work on., though I'm not sure I'll ever be able to bend completely forward to the floor while sitting cross-legged, nor rise into a perfect cobra arch. But maybe "A.M. Yoga" will help me sustain "beginner's mind" in my various endeavors and adventures.

After "A.M. Yoga," I was energized for morning chores--dusting, sweeping, rearranging, taking vegetable matter out to the compost heap in the "re-purposed" old sandbox now covered with eager ivy, stretching into the compost and beyond, starting to climb the volunteer tulip poplar growing too close to the fence. The DVD version of "A.M. Yoga" has new ads for the Gaiam company, all about sustainable living. While I don't have a completely organic/natural lifestyle, I do have a compost heap!

I love how the wrapping paper colors this year go with my stack of books (which also preceded the invisible woman at the top of the stairs) and my pale turquoise (or is that seafoam green?) ribbon and how the blue tulips from a play I directed also fit in. Arranging doodads in my house is another form of "a.m. yoga" for me sometimes, helping me gather the loose ends of my mind like a small bouquet.

3 comments:

  1. Oh wow! Kathleen, I found you via Priscilla Long’s Facebook & read through your bio. There are so many parallels — likes we share, I mean. Then I read your latest post. I can’t believe it. I, too, love Rodney’s A.M. Yoga which I had on an old VHS tape. I did actually record the audio on a mini-digital recorder (before phones did those kinds of things) to do yoga while at a week long writer’s retreat in 2003. I still have that digital recording with the sound of my then-teenaged daughter’s bedroom door opening quietly in the early morning. She’s 31 now. It’s an odd sort of time capsule. Thanks for the reminder. I’ll look forward to reading more here. Is there a place to sign up to receive your blog via email? I didn’t find a way to subscribe. Here’s to beginners!! ✨🎈

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  2. Oh wow! Kathleen, I found you via Priscilla Long’s Facebook & read through your bio. There are so many parallels — likes we share, I mean. Then I read your latest post. I can’t believe it. I, too, love Rodney’s A.M. Yoga which I had on an old VHS tape. I did actually record the audio on a mini-digital recorder (before phones did those kinds of things) to do yoga while at a week long writer’s retreat in 2003. I still have that digital recording with the sound of my then-teenaged daughter’s bedroom door opening quietly in the early morning. She’s 31 now. It’s an odd sort of time capsule. Thanks for the reminder. I’ll look forward to reading more here. Is there a place to sign up to receive your blog via email? I didn’t find a way to subscribe. Here’s to beginners!! ✨🎈

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  3. Happy New Year, Anthea! Sorry I didn't see your comment sooner! I love our parallels!

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